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How is it like to be someone's misery?  
      
      Yes, he caused her misery, not intentionally though. He didn't even know her then. But now, It's different.
      
      He is the arrogant, self-obsessed mighty agent. 
      She...  
      Well, she is someone who is full of rage and grief over her parents' death. 
      She is here for revenge.
      
      Choices they made changed the paths they took. It was his mistakes and her blinding desire for revenge.  
      
      A risk of one final battle against BLACK, the most powerful terrorist organization. A battle which is known for one, and only one ending.
      A journey they were obligated yet willed to take. A journey of falling, denying, broken hearts, unspoken truth, betrayal, running away and most importantly, Loss.
       
        Her best friend, he loved her. His heart obligated him to take the path she chose for herself with her. But along the way, he realized he had to let her go. To let her choose to break her heart by herself. 
      
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      PG-13, May contain violence and strong language.All Rights Reserved

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Daniella Robert gets the surprise of her life finding out that she was married to a guy she really didn't know anything about after having a night of shots with one of her best friends. Aaron James is not the kind of guy who believes in love or give a damn about the feelings of any woman. But it looks like this brunette with an "I don't give a fuck" attitude is on her way to winning his heart. His inheritance from his late grandfather is the only thing that he's got chemistry with, and he'd stop at nothing to get his hands on it even using the young mistress he met in the club. Would he be tamed by this brunette with smoky eyes to believe in love, or would this jerk of a Billionaire use her to his own advantage. Find out in this tale of love, romance, betrayal and deception. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Oh, mystery man had a name, Aaron, big surprise - I could hear myself talking to me. "I'm not sure, maybe." I said smiling, revealing my upper teeth, pretending I was enjoying the company, meanwhile waiting to get the hell out of here. "We have," I heard him say. "At the club, Antonio's." Antonio's rang a bell, I had a short flashback and tried to remember when I'd met number 23, sorry, I meant Aaron or whatsoever dad had called his name. "Your body is like that of a Greek god." He said chuckling, tilted his head and raised an eyebrow looking at me like I was supposed to understand whatsoever the fuck he was saying. "Your body is like a what?" I repeated, and that was when it came to me in a flash, "oh my God."